Havana Club 

   Chapter 5 - Scouting Locations

   I think in the shower.  I get a lot of good ideas there.  That morning,
I did a lot of thinking.  I decided that, as depressed as I was about
leaving, I didn't want Felicita to have sad memories of our last times
together.  I would try to make things more upbeat today.  I would do
everything I could to emphasize the positive.  I wanted both of us to have
happy memories of our time together.

   After breakfast, I bought my morning Granma and read it on the veranda,
as the birds serenaded me.  The cool breeze from the harbor felt wonderful.
I found an interesting article and mentally filed it away for later.

   I got up and walked through the lobby, past the grandfather clock and
photo display of the revolution, down the marble stairs, and out to the
front of the hotel.  I walked up the palm tree lined driveway to the
street. I saw a man on a bicycle dropping off his wife or girlfriend for
work.  After he left, I saw another bicycle, this one with a tiny gasoline
powered motor helping its rider climb the hill.  I turned to the left,
looking for a certain brown-haired girl driving a yellow scooter.

   I wasn't disappointed.  I could see her smiling face well before I got
to the taxi stand.  She was as radiant as I remembered, much happier than
she had been when she left a few hours ago.  Maybe it was the just-fucked
look on her face.  Maybe it was the joy at seeing me.  Whatever it was, I
was determined to keep that smile on her face.

   "Taxi, Señor?" she asked me as I approached.

   "Yes, I would like to hire your taxi for the entire day."

   "Certainly," she answered with a broad smile, repeating our daily
ritual. I didn't know if we were fooling the other drivers, but it didn't
hurt to keep up appearances to protect her.

   I boarded the scooter and we took off.  As usual, she went a few blocks
before leaning back to ask me where I wanted to go.  I directed her to an
area of downtown.  When we got there, I had Felicita park the scooter and
we went walking.  I explained what I had in mind.

   While it was my last full day with Felicita, it was also my last day of
work in Cuba.  I had come here to do a job.  Now it was time to finish the
job.  I had to scout out locations for the office.  I hoped I would be
opening the office in the very near future, but I knew it might be a long
time from now.  Still, I had to get an idea of what part of the city would
be best suited for the office.  That way, I could set up shop faster when
the time came.  Today, I was looking at the kinds of offices located in
different parts of the city.  I looked at the facilities available for
businesses.  I was also using the time to walk with Felicita.  We could
spend time together this way; more together than if she was chauffeuring me
around in her scooter.  Instead of looking at the back of her head, I could
walk with her at my side, our hands intertwined.  I took pictures of some
promising locations, as well as pictures of locations that would help me
find these spots later.

   I could tell Felicita was also thinking of how our time together was
coming to an end.  Her mood was ..., well, maybe not dark, but gloomy.  I
had made a decision this morning to change my mood.  Now it was time for me
to change hers.  I squeezed her hand tighter.

   "I'm coming back.  You know this," I said, turning to look at her.

   "It will be a long time before you can come back.  You know this," she
answered without looking at me.

   "Things will change.  They have to."

   "No, they don't."

   "A famous man once said, 'If there must be happiness, if there must be
love, if there must be smiles, it can only be with freedom and dignity.'
Freedom will come and I will come back to you."

   She stopped walking and looked quizzically at me.  "Who said these bold
words?"

   "Fidel," I told her.

   She shook her head as she said, "How can you know this?"

   I nodded and laughed as I explained, "It was in an article in this
morning's Granma.  They were taking about a speech he made some years ago.
It is actually a common theme in his speeches."

   "He does not speak about the same kind of freedom you speak of." She was
still shaking her head.

   "Fidel cannot be the President of Cuba forever.  He is old." I spoke in
a whisper.

   "Shhh!!  You mustn't say such things here." She was looking around
nervously to see if anyone had overheard me.

   I continued in a whisper only she could hear.  "Change will come.  You
must wait for it.  We must wait for it."

   She started walking again, but I could tell she was still thinking about
what I had said.  I let her think for a few minutes.

   I stopped walking in front of an empty storefront and looked in the
window.  Then I stepped back and appraised the appearance of the outside of
the building.

   "I think this would be a good location for the office."

   "You are wasting your time.  This will never come to be."

   I let my camera hang from my wrist as I grasped her shoulders, turning
her to face me.  "You have to believe.  It will happen." I could see she
was starting to change.  I was starting to get through to her.  I dropped
my arms, took her hand and started walking.

   When she spoke after we had gone about half a block, her voice was
quiet. It was almost like the voice of a little child questioning
something. "You really think so, don't you?"

   "Yes, I do.  I am coming back here.  Back to Havana...  and back to
you."

   "Then I will wait for you."

   I knew what I had to say next.  I hoped it wouldn't sound like I was
breaking up with her.  Now that I had convinced her that I was coming back,
I had to make sure she didn't waste away her life in case it did take
years. I was treading a thin line, navigating a gulf in fog, in
uncertainty.

   "While you are waiting..." I paused.  I'm not sure if I was gathering my
thoughts or gathering my courage.  Felicita was looking at me.  I had her
rapt attention.  She looked like she was holding onto my every word as if
it was her sustenance.  I took a deep breath, then another.  "While you are
waiting, I want you to live your life.  I want you to enjoy life." Now I
had to say it.  "I want you to -" I was trying to find the right words.  "I
want you to sleep with other men.  When I come back, I will look for you.
If you still want me, if you have not fallen in love with someone else, I
-"

   "I will not fall in love.  I won't let that happen," she insisted.  Her
expression was almost pained.  I just didn't want her emotions to turn to
anger.

   "I know.  I know that, but just in case -"

   "Just in case?  No, Christopher.  If there is even a chance, then I will
not risk it.  I will not see anyone else.  I will save myself for you."

   "No, I don't want you to do that.  Just in case it is a long time, you
should -"

   "A long time?  Then what will it be?  A short time or a long time?"

   Oops, things weren't going so well now.

   "I don't know for sure.  I just know it will happen in our lives."

   "You can't be sure of that."

   I was losing her now.  "You have to trust me.  I just want you to know
that if you fall in love with someone else, I don't want you to pass up a
chance at happiness to wait for me."

   She now looked questioningly at me.  "And what will you be doing while
you wait?"

   OK, this was getting tricky, like tap dancing in a minefield.  I could
say I was not going to see anyone, but that would discourage her from
living her life.  I didn't want to lie to her.

   I cleared my throat.  "I will try to see other people.  I will not be
looking for love, just companionship."

   "What if you find love?" Her tone was not so soft.

   "I will turn away before it gets its hold on me.  My heart belongs to
you." As I spoke these last words, I took hold of her hand and placed it
over my heart.

   "So why can't I wait?" she demanded.

   Yeah, she had me.  There couldn't be a double standard.  She was smart
enough to see right through that.

   "I won't lie to you.  I will see other women.  I did that before I met
you, but I never found anyone that I loved until I met you.  You are the
only woman I have ever loved, the only one I could ever see myself with for
a lifetime."

   She spoke next, with an unsteady voice.  "I thought I was in love
before. I never felt this way though.  I think I have truly learned what
love is this week."

   Her words did nothing to make my leaving tomorrow any easier.

   "We both have found something special, something we never had before.  I
know -"

   I felt tears flowing down my cheeks.  The dam burst.  Felicita hugged me
and we sobbed against each other, right there on the sidewalk.

   I spoke through my tears.  "Shit, there are no words to make this
better. This country really sucks!  Cuba must be freed!"

   Felicita looked around worriedly, then pulled me to a nearby alley.

   "Quiet!" she admonished me.  "You mustn't say things like this, not
here."

   I knew she was right.  I was angry - angry at the system, our
governments, life - and I wanted to vent.  Through it all, though, I
realized what she meant.  I knew that if I kept saying what I wanted to
say, I might get arrested.  I would get jailed here, or at best deported
and maybe jailed in the States.  Either way, my chances of seeing Felicita
again would be zero.

   She led me back to the street.  I had made enough of a scene that some
people were staring at us.

   "We have to get out of here," she whispered as she hurried me along. 
"We don't know who might be CDR.  The best thing is for us to get back to
the scooter and get lost in traffic.  Come on!"

   We were not quite running (that would have been too obvious), but we
were walking along very fast.  As we went, Felicita kept looking back.  I
expected to see a policeman or soldier block our path.  I silently cursed
myself for doing something so stupid.  I had found a few suitable locations
and had enough pictures.  We could have left anyway.  Instead, I had made a
scene and maybe gotten us both into a lot of trouble.

   "Felicita," I said just loud enough for her to hear, "if it looks like
we are going to get stopped, I want you to walk away."

   "No -" she started to say.

   "Do it!  You can blend into the crowd.  Don't get caught because of me.
I want you to be safe.  I'll be alright."

   "I won't leave you!"

   "You will!  There is no point at both of us getting arrested.  Now
promise me you will leave."

   She didn't answer me.  She just hurried me along a little faster, still
looking all around us.

   "Shut up!" she told me.  Then, a little gentler, "We are almost there.
The scooter is just ahead."

   As we turned the last corner and entered the plaza where she had parked
the scooter, I saw them.  Two soldiers, armed with rifles, standing in
front of the scooter.  Damn!  It was really going to happen.  I was going
to get arrested.

   "Go!  Run now!"

   "Shut up, damn you!"

   We were arguing in whispers.

   "Keep walking.  Maybe they aren't looking for us."

   "Yes, they just like the color of your scooter," I sad, sarcastically.

   "Trust me.  I know what I'm doing," she told me.

   I wanted to push her away and run.  I wanted to run so the soldiers
would chase me and she would have a chance to get away.  I almost did it.
What stopped me was the fear that she would run with me.  Or worse, she
would make her own scene to let me get away.  I knew how desperate I was. I
knew she probably felt the same way.  I trusted her.

   We walked right up to the scooter.  One of the soldiers had his boot on
the fender.  He looked up at us as we approached.  I hoped he couldn't see
how hard I was sweating, or hear my heartbeat.  Was this going to be my
last moment of freedom?  I wondered.  The solider moved aside, and spoke.

   "Is this your scooter?" he asked Felicita, recognizing her Havana Club
t-shirt.

   "Yes, but I already have a passenger," she answered with a lot more
confidence than I possessed at that moment.

   "You are supposed to be driving, not walking."

   "My fare needed to visit a shop and wanted me to wait for him.  He
didn't want to wait for another taxi.  He is a very important businessman."

   "A very important businessman who rides in a scooter?" The soldiers now
appraised me.  They were not convinced, and starting to suspect something
was suspicious.  I could see it in their faces.

   I decided to play along and speak.  I hoped my voice would come out
sounding a lot more confident than I felt.

   "I can get into the side streets a lot better in a small scooter.  Now I
have business to attend to.  May we go?" As I spoke the last part, I used a
very conciliatory tone and looked one of the soldiers directly in the eye.
I never faltered.  I stared him down.  He flinched.

   "Let them go," he told the other one.  They stepped aside.  I took my
seat as if I was mounting a grand carriage pulled by stallions.  Felicita
started the engine and we putted away.  After we turned the first corner, I
slumped against the curved side of the body.

   When she stopped at the traffic light, Felicita looked back at me.  She
was smiling broadly.  "We did it!  That was so amazing!"

   "I was scared to death."

   "The soldiers were afraid of you.  They didn't want to mess with you in
case you were important.  You handled that so well."

   "They wouldn't have been so afraid if I had peed in my pants, which I
almost did.  I was sure we were going to get arrested."

   A car horn blew behind us.  The light had changed.  Felicita turned back
to the front and drove off.

   She drove us to a secluded spot along the coast.  I knew what she was
doing.  We needed to talk somewhere that we could not be overheard.  I sat
back and let her drive, lost in thought.  I knew what I wanted and I knew I
couldn't have that.  The only solution I could come up with was for us to
try to live our lives and keep open the option of getting together again
someday.  Maybe.  I loved her too much to ask her to sacrifice any
happiness that came her way for the hope that I would return.  I wanted to
wait, but I didn't want her to.  I also didn't know how to explain that to
her in a way that didn't sound like I was dumping her.  I wasn't any good
at this.  My last attempt almost got us both arrested.  I had avoided
situations like this before by never getting serious with anyone.  Now that
I found someone I couldn't live without, I was getting a crash course in
long distance relationships.  Oh, yeah, with a heavy emphasis on crash.

   I wasn't really paying attention to the route we took.  I think we were
west of the city, along the coast.  Felicita finally pulled over somewhere
on the coast.  She took out the blanket and looked at me.  I could tell
that tears had streaked down her face and been evaporated by the wind.  She
had been crying on the drive.  I felt like a real shit.  She reached for my
hand.  She never said a word.  I didn't know what to expect.  I was afraid
she was going to tell me it was all over.  Right now.  Maybe I'd even have
to walk back to town.  I wouldn't blame her.

   She led me to the water's edge, and then set out the blanket.  She sat
down and looked up at me, waiting for me to join her.  I gingerly sat down,
not too close but not too far away.  She looked right into my eyes, very
seriously, and said those words every man dreads.

   "We need to talk."

   Her voice was devoid of emotion.  I felt at that moment that the ground
below me had ceased to exist.  I felt as if I was falling into a great
void. My whole life had become a bottomless pit.  Then, a ray of light
appeared in the darkness A hand stretched out to stop my fall.  It was
Felicita's hand on my cheek.  Her face was right in front of mine.

   "Christopher, do you still love me?"

   There was only one way to answer that question.  "Yes, of course I do. I
have never loved anyone the way -"

   She interrupted me with a finger on my lips.

   "Do you want, more than anything, to be with me?" I started to speak but
she pressed the finger harder against my lips.  I got the message.  She
wasn't ready for my answer yet.  "Does it hurt when we are apart? 
Physically hurt?  Do you long, yearn, hunger even, for us to be together
again?" She lowered her finger, awaiting my reply.

   "Yes," I breathed, a whisper almost unheard over the sound of the waves.
"Yes, I feel exactly like that."

   "That is how I feel.  I need you in my life." She put her head down.  I
thought she was crying, but she was only thinking.  When she looked up, her
eyes were dry.

   "It may be a month.  It may be a year, or ten years.  Do you promise
that you will come back to me?"

   "Yes."

   Her look softened, just a little.  She didn't smile, but she wasn't so
serious anymore.

   "I had a long talk with my grandfather last night, when I got home.  It
was about you, about us.  We talked about what was going to happen on
Friday, and on the days after that.  He is very wise.  He has seen a lot of
things happen.  Do you know what he told me?"

   I shook my head.  My heart was pounding, I was sweating, I could feel
the fear of love that might be dying in my gut, but I just shook my head. I
was focused on her, on what she was about to say.

   "He told me that, if I loved you, really loved you, that I should wait
for you.  He told me that I should still seek happiness, but I should keep
my heart for you alone.  I guess he was telling me what you tried to tell
me earlier."

   "When the soldiers -"

   She continued, as if I hadn't spoken.  "I should not become a nun, but I
should wait for you." She took a deep breath, shuddered a little as it
escaped, then continued.  "I had time to think on the drive over here.  I
think you are both right.  I should date other men, maybe even sleep with
some -" I nodded at that.  "Just some, maybe, but I could do that and not
fall in love with anyone else.  My heart belongs to you," As she spoke the
last sentence, she grasped my right hand with hers, held it tightly, and
pressed it against her chest.  I could feel the softness of her breast, the
rise and fall of her breathing, but most of all, the beating of her heart.
I felt her heart beating out its love for me.  "I will be yours always,
Christopher."

   I looked into her eyes, feeling her heartbeat, hearing the crash of the
waves, feeling more in love than I ever had before.  This beautiful girl
was devoting herself to me.  What I really felt at that moment was not
relief, not happiness, but rather that I didn't deserve her.  I didn't
deserve her, but I would not do anything to make her sacrifice in vain.

   "I'm coming back, Felicita." She looked into my eyes as I spoke those
words, as if each word was a physical thing she could hold on to.  "I'm
coming back.  At least to visit, until I can stay here.  I don't know how
often I can do it, but I will.  I promise you that."

   She was still holding my hand against her heart.  At that point, we both
started crying.  I put my left arm around her, pulling her to me.  We
hugged there on the blanket, my other hand still between her breast and my
chest.  I could feel the beating of her heart, then the warmth of tears.  I
knew these were tears of happiness, not sadness or anger.  We cried
together and held each other as the waves crashed and the wind blew.

   In time, our hunger drove us from the waterfront.  We sought out food.
As my time in Cuba was drawing to a close, we had lunch at the place we met
- Pan.Com.  We shared a meal of Cuban sandwiches and Kristal beer.  As we
were waiting for the sandwiches to be pressed, I looked around.  I marveled
at how my life had changed since the first time I was here, only three days
ago.  In that time, I had done a lifetime of learning and growing.  The
last time I had stood at this counter, I didn't even know the beauty
standing next to me.  Now, I didn't want to live apart from her.

   We took our food to a table and started eating.  The old guy with the
CDs was there, and he again approached us.  I decided to buy some.  It was
a memento of the trip (and the time with Felicita) that I could safely
bring back.  Felicita helped me pick out some.  I especially wanted the
music we had danced to.  I watched Felicita as she ate, wanting to imprint
her image permanently upon my mind.

   "What?" she finally asked with an embarrassed laugh.

   "What do you mean?" I countered.  I thought I knew what she had in mind.

   "Why are you watching me?"

   "Because you are so beautiful."

   That made her blush.  She was lovely when she was embarrassed.

   "I want to remember you like this," I offered in explanation.

   "With my mouth full of food?"

   "No, here.  Where we met."

   "We met at the taxi stand."

   "Well, where we first talked."

   "OK, I like that.  I'll think of you every time I pass here."

   "I'll remember you every time I take a breath," I told her.  She smiled
sweetly.  "I'll remember you every time I see the ocean, or a hotel room,
or..."

   "Or?" she prompted.

   "Or, every time I see a pretty girl.  When I see a pretty girl, she will
only remind me of how beautiful you are, of how much I love you...  of how
much I miss you."

   We ate for a time in silence.  I was still trying to memorize her face.
Before we left, I took some pictures of the café, and of her at the table.
I told her I wanted to be able to look at that scene again, and remember
how we got to know each other.

   After lunch, my work was essentially complete.  I had accomplished all
the tasks I had come to Cuba to do (and a lot more).  Felicita took me on a
tour of the city, doing all the touristy things.  I saw the capitol
building, a duplicate of the U.  S.  Capitol except for the palm trees in
front.  I visited the Plaza de Revolucion.  We drove near Fidel's palatial
residence.  I saw some of the sand beaches to the east of the city.  We
bought gas at an Oro Negro.  She took me to a cigar factory.  I don't
smoke, but it was still interesting to see the legendary cigar factories
where the cigars are still rolled by hand.  Before long, the afternoon was
over.  We headed back to the hotel as it hit me that I had less than 24
hours left in this land, with Felicita.

   "I will go home and change, and return here.  Let's go to a show
tonight, and then spend the evening at one of the clubs here.  I want it to
be a quiet evening, just the two of us," Felicita said.

   "I would like that."

   She looked down.  When she looked up again, she was blushing.

   "What?" I asked.

   She spoke very softly.  "I want to start the evening in your room,
making love.  Then we can go to dinner, OK?"

   That sounded interesting so I agreed.  I paid the daily rental fee for
the scooter (along with a healthy tip "for meat") and got out.  We shared a
last smile before she putted away.  I walked into the hotel to clean up for
what promised to be an evening I'd remember.

   In an hour, I was strolling along the sidewalk.  I was taking pictures
and waiting for her.  I was fascinated by the ancient American cars,
painted bright colors, that still ply the streets.  Some are taxis, but
many are still privately owned.  It is amazing that the inventive Cubans
have kept them running long after most of their American cousins have
rusted away in junkyards.  This, without a supply of replacement parts. 
When there are no other options, necessity spurs invention.

   Before the sun set, Felicita's bus arrived.  I greeted her, and then we
hurried up to my room to deposit her bag.  From there, we raced across the
road to the seawall.  We wanted to spend my last Cuban sunset together in
the "outdoor living room".

   We found a spot on the seawall among the other couples.  I sat on the
seawall facing west.  Felicita sat between my legs with her back to me.  I
loved the feeling of her body against me.  I had my camera with me and took
pictures of the scene.  Again, we enlisted the help of another couple to
get pictures of us together.  As the sun sank, we watched in silence as I
held her, my body wrapped protectively around her.

   As darkness descended, I set the camera on the seawall and took a few
long exposures.  Felicita endured all this patiently.  When I had finished,
she took my hand and said, "Let's go back to the room before dinner."

   We hurried across the road and into the lobby, then up to my room, still
holding hands.  Once the door was closed behind us, I held her in my arms
and just looked at her.  She was so lovely.  I reached behind her and
unzipped her dress.  I pulled her close as I slipped it off her shoulders.
Before she moved away to let it fall, Felicita looked me in the eyes and
said, smiling, "I have a surprise for you." Then she stepped back and her
dress fell to the floor.  She was standing there in a bra and panties.  A
satin bra and a satin thong.  She turned, allowing me to see the back.  I
was taken aback.

   "Where did you get that?" I asked, dumbfounded.

   She giggled.  "When we were looking at the black market, I saw someone
selling them.  I went back later and bought them to wear for you.  Do you
mind that I spent some of my 'meat money' on them?"

   "No, not at all.  Do you like them?" I asked her.

   She ran her hands over the bra and panties, her palm softly hissing
against the satin.  Her nipples were easily visible through the material.
She gave a happy sigh, then answered, "Yes, very much.  I feel so...  so,
uh...  sexy.  Feminine."

   "You look so beautiful," I told her.  Then, I realized how that sounded.
"You were beautiful before, this was not necessary." She put a finger to my
lips to quiet me.

   "I did this for you, and for me.  I like the feel of it, and I like
showing myself off for you.  It is exciting wearing this and knowing that
only you will see me in it.  Now, you can think of me like this all night."

   "So that's why you wanted to come back to the room before dinner," I
realized.

   "Well, that's one reason.  Finish undressing me and I will show you the
other reason," she answered with a sly smile.

   I held her in my arms, and then ran my hands all over what little she
was wearing.  It did feel nice.  I was getting very hard at the sight and
feel of her body dressed like that.  I carefully undid her bra and let it
fall away.  I kissed each nipple in turn, enjoying the feel of her flesh
against my face.  I could feel her taking deep breaths and I could hear as
well as feel her heart beating.  She put her head down, against my face as
I kissed her breasts.  I lowered myself to kneel in front of her, facing
her panties.  It was plainly obvious that she was very wet.  There was a
dark stain growing between her legs.  I could also smell her juices.  She
was more than ready for me.  I looked up and smiled.  She was watching me
with an equally vibrant smile.  I put a thumb inside the string on each
side of her panties and pulled down.  I looked down to watch her matted
pubic hair appear.  She delicately stepped out of her panties.  I kissed
the crotch before gently laying them on the floor next to her dress.  She
moaned as she watched me do that.

   "You make me so wet," she sighed.

   "I know," I said as I leaned forward and pressed my face into her damp
hair, seeking her lips.  I was rewarded with the taste of her pussy.  I
pushed my tongue through the tangle of hair and licked her wet lips as she
put her hands on the back of my head.  She was whimpering softly as I
probed into her with my tongue.  I stood up, trailing wet kisses up her
body.  I stopped at her nipples for a quick suck before proceeding up to
her mouth.  As soon as our lips met, her tongue invaded my mouth.  She
whimpered as she tasted herself in my mouth.  I could feel her hard nipples
pressing into my chest.

   I moved away, taking her hands in mine.  I put them on the top button of
my shirt.  She took the hint and undressed me.  She kissed each part of me
as it was exposed.  She may have been wet, but I was hard.  My dick was
aching it was so hard.  She made quick work of my shirt, and then removed
my shoes and socks.  She was the one on her knees now, looking up at me as
she removed my belt and undid my pants.  I kicked them away as they fell to
the floor, but she picked them up (ignoring the lump in my underwear) and
folded them neatly before laying them next to her clothes.  When she turned
back to me, I saw she was smiling.  She was teasing me.  She made a very
carefully orchestrated move as she turned back to face me, making her cheek
brush against my erection.  The effect was electric.  Then she kissed me
through the last piece of clothes I was wearing.  Finally, she grabbed the
waistband in her hands and looked up at me questioningly, as if she was
asking if I wanted her to take it off.

   "Yesss," I breathed, almost desperately.

   She grinned, and then pulled off my underwear.  Undressing was a ritual
to her.  She slowly exposed my shaft, making a show of being surprised at
how long I was.  It would have been funny if I hadn't been so horny by that
point.  She stretched the briefs over the end of my cock.  As the elastic
band cleared the head of my dick, I sprang free, grazing her face.  She
moaned loudly, closing her eyes and brushing her face against my erection.
I was leaking precum, making her cheek sticky.  She managed during this to
still remove my briefs with care.  I almost tripped as I stepped free of
them, so enthralled with what her face was doing to my dick.

   Once I was naked, she slid her hands with agonizing slowness up my legs,
taking time to feel each hair on my legs.  Meanwhile, she was now using the
tip of her tongue to lick tiny drops of precum from the end of my cock.  I
was so hard that it was pulsating with my heartbeat, making the game more
difficult for her - not that she minded.  I stood there in a daze, if
anything trying not to shoot off on her face before I got to fuck her.

   Her hands reached my dick.  One went to cup my balls, the other to
stroke my shaft.  This squeezed out more precum.  She took the head in her
mouth to suck the taste off me.  My knees went weak as I felt her warm,
soft mouth around my dick.  She looked up and saw from my expression how
she was torturing me.

   "You want to fuck me, don't you?"

   "What do you think?" I croaked.

   "Well, I think that I will make a puddle on the carpet if you don't take
me to bed right now."

   I didn't waste time answering.  I helped her to her feet, pressing my
body against hers as I pushed her backwards to the bed.  She fell back.  I
decided against falling with her.  I was so hard that I was worried I might
break something important if I fell on it.  She slid back on the bed until
she was in the middle and spread her legs.  That was the signal that the
foreplay was over.  It was time for the main event.  I started to crawl
onto the bed, but remembered to reach into the nightstand first.  Once I
was suitably protected, I crawled over her, my erection leading the way. 
It knew where it was going and slid between her slippery lips without
further guidance.  She felt so hot.  She wanted this as badly as I did.  I
tried to enter her cunt without using my hand, but I didn't have the
presence of mind or patience to wait for the proper alignment.  My dick was
sliding along her wet lips, but not entering her.  I positioned the head of
my dick at her opening with a hand, then slid into her as I lowered my body
over hers.  I was fully inside her pussy by the time my mouth met hers.  I
felt her arms going around my back and her legs wrapping around my legs. 
We kissed and I started thrusting in and out of her body.  When we came up
for air, she was positively wailing.  We were both so ready that it wasn't
taking long for either of us to cum.  I tried to slow down to last longer,
but she wouldn't let me.  She worked her hips, forcing my dick to slide
through her cunt.  I realized she was ready so I redoubled my efforts. 
This was a quickie, just a start to the evening's festivities.  I shoved my
cock deeply into her cunt, clamped my eyes shut, groaned and felt my sperm
spurting into her.  When she felt the warmth and intensity of the spurts,
she slipped over the edge as well.  She cried out my name as she came
against me.

   As I returned to reality and opened my eyes, I saw that she was just
opening her eyes as well.

   "Wow," I said to her.

   "Yes," she agreed.

   "Is that just the beginning?"

   "It sure is.  I don't want you to forget me when you make love to your
American girlfriends," she said, still panting.

   "After tonight, I don't think I will be able to make love to anyone. 
You will wear me out."

   We both laughed at that, then I climbed off her, removing the condom and
disposing of it.  She got up, wiped her pussy with a corner of the sheet,
and started getting dressed.  I gave her a surprised look.

   "You have to buy me dinner.  Remember?  Lots of meat," she teased.  I
nodded.  As she pulled the thong up her body and arranged it into place,
she continued, "Think of me tonight, wearing only this under my dress. 
Think of taking it off again.  Think of how wet it will be by the time you
take me to bed."

   "Again," I said.

   "Again," she agreed with a grin.

   We dressed, mixing in a few wet kisses, and went down to the dining
room. We ate our last dinner together at the same table where we shared our
first dinner together.  My heart ached with love for Felicita.  I didn't
let myself think about this being our last night.  I just wanted to enjoy
it.  I would cherish these memories in the time to come.

   After dinner, we walked out of the hotel to the theater where the show
was being held.  I had acquired tickets earlier that evening.  It was one
of the better-known Cuban nightclubs and I enjoyed the show.  Most of all,
I enjoyed sharing it with Felicita.  The scantily clad dancers only
reminded me of how scantily clad the lady next to me was under her dress.

   When the show was over, we passed through the lobby to the veranda.  We
strolled out onto the lawn, headed for the outdoor bar.  We passed the
shack where, during the day, a bartender squeezed stalks of sugar cane to
make mojitos.  We got a table and the waitress took our drink orders.  When
she returned with the glasses, she also put a felt marker on the table.  I
picked up the marker and looked at her.

   "Take the marker and write your name on one of the clay pots.  It is
tradition," she explained.

   I nodded and wrote our names, with a plus sign between them, and drew a
heart around it.  Felicita put her hand over mine and blinked away a tear.

   "We will find this here when I return," I told her.

   She nodded.

   I sipped the cool liquor, felt the cool breeze from the harbor wash over
me, and savored the warmth of Felicita's hand.  All was well with the
world, for now at least.  We stayed there for a long time, drinking and
talking.  We talked about everything and nothing, silly things; those
things lovers talk about just between themselves.  That evening was
probably the best time we had together.  We were just two people in love,
sharing time together.  We didn't have anywhere we had to go; we just
passed time.

   As it got later, I suggested we retire for the night.  She readily
agreed and we got up.  We walked lazily through the night back to the
lobby. The soft lighting on the grounds gave just enough brightness for us
to follow the walkway.  The cool night air made her pull closer to me and I
put my arm around her.  She rested her head on my shoulder.

   Back in the room, we undressed for bed.  She abandoned the ritual
finally and we undressed quickly.  Once we were naked, I took her hand and
started to the bed.

   "No," she said.  I turned to her and started in surprise.

   She gave a sly smile and reached for her bag.  "Wait for me.  I have
another surprise." With a twinkle in her eye, she disappeared into the
bathroom.  I lay back on the cool white sheets, wondering what she was up
to.  It didn't matter to me what she wore.  I was just going to take it all
off.  Still, she was enjoying dressing in a special way for me.  She did
look very lovely.

   It didn't take long for the door to open.  She peaked out at first, saw
I was watching, and then stepped through the door.  She was wearing a
teddy. I don't know where she found it, but it fit her perfectly,
complementing her perfect body.  The color was a teal green.  Her light
brown hair cascading onto her shoulders created a beautiful contrast.  She
was truly a vision of loveliness.  I was too surprised to speak.

   "Do you like your surprise?" she asked.

   I nodded.

   "Don't you want to say anything?"

   I couldn't speak.  I shook my head.

   Her face drooped into a pout.  "Nothing?" She made a show of acting sad.

   "How?  Where?  I don't care.  You are so lovely." I held my arms out to
her.

   She bounded across to the bed, jumping onto the mattress and into my
arms.  She was squealing with delight.  We kissed and rolled around on the
bed, laughing like children.  Then we made love like adults.  I kissed down
to the crotch of the teddy.  It was closed with snaps.  She watched,
breathless, as I unsnapped it with my teeth.  I plunged my tongue into her
wetness, tasting and smelling her arousal.

   As I ate her pussy, I slid my hands up, under the sheer material, until
I grasped a firm breast in each hand.  I fondled as I ate, relishing her
body.  She cooed encouragement as I enjoyed her.  I could only imagine how
much it must have cost her to acquire the lingerie.  I wanted to make sure
she got her money's worth.

   When she could stand my mouth on her sensitive spot no longer, she
pushed me back.  She sat up and shifted me around to the pillow before
moving between my legs.  Her teddy was still hanging on her body.  I
started to remove it, but decided that she must be enjoying wearing it.  I
let her enjoy it.  She sank down and licked my shaft.  My head fell back to
the pillow.  My arms felt like jelly, but I still managed to drag the other
pillow over and put it under my head.  I wanted to watch her suck me.  With
my head raised on the pillow, I could see her licking my shaft, then
tonguing the head.  Every so often, she would reach down and lick my balls,
pulling one into her mouth.  I could only watch bonelessly as she drove me
to higher heights of pleasure.  She worked on my dick until I was about to
scream.  Then she started sucking the shaft into her mouth.  That was a
blowjob I would never forget.  She did it with love and a strong desire to
please.  I watched the love of my life sucking me.  Her

   lips stretched to take the head into her mouth, then it filled her mouth
as she watched me.  She was smiling with her eyes as she sucked me and ran
her tongue over me.  As much as I wanted to, I couldn't last forever.  In
time, my dick started throbbing and I knew the end was at hand.  She could
tell also.  She sucked harder, putting a hand on the shaft and stroking. 
She was taking only the first inch or two in her mouth now.  She wanted me
to cum on her tongue, instead of in her throat, so she could taste it.  I
ran my hands through her brown hair as the inevitable neared.  When my
pleasure peaked, I cried out.  I felt the sperm pulsing up my shaft and
squirting into her mouth.  I could feel her mouth move as she swallowed my
cum.  I instinctively tried to force more of my dick into her mouth, but
her hand prevented this.  I shot my cum onto her tongue and she got to
taste it.

   I finished spurting but she kept sucking.  In a very short time, my dick
became too sensitive.  As much as I wanted the pleasure to continue, it was
too much to bear.  I reluctantly pushed her face away from my dick.  My
head fell back to the pillow as I gasped, "Too much, stop."

   Her mouth came away from my softened dick with a wet sound.  A tiny
stream of cum joined her lips to my dick.  She smiled broadly, still
swallowing the last traces.

   "Did you enjoy that as much as your face said you did?" she asked.

   "Yeah," I said in a tired voice.  "That was amazing."

   "Caramba?"

   "Caramba," I agreed.  We shared a laugh.

   "Do you think you will still have the strength to fuck me?"

   "Let me rest a few minutes.  Then I will make you feel like you made me
feel a few minutes ago."

   "OK!" she answered with eagerness.  She crawled up next to me and hugged
me.  We kissed.

   "When are you going to finish undressing me?" she asked.

   "I started to, but you seemed to enjoy wearing that so much that I
decided to wait.  Are you ready now?"

   "I like wearing it for you.  I like how it feels.  I feel so sexy in it,
but I like feeling your body against mine even better."

   Having heard that, I reached down and started to pull it up.  She sat up
and straddled my chest.  As she lifted her arms, I carefully took the
outfit off her.  I could feel the wetness of her pussy leaking onto me.  I
put my arms on her sides, just below her breasts.

   "You look delicious."

   "All yours," she promised.

   "Mmmm, I can feel how wet you are."

   "Oh, sorry." She started to get up but I held her down.

   "Don't.  I like feeling you all wet."

   She started sliding her lips back and forth against me.  She slid
easily. We gave each other a broad smile.  Next, she got up and licked my
chest clean.

   "I like tasting myself on you," she said as she licked.

   Watching her lick was awakening my dick.  When she finished, she slid
her hand down towards my dick.  She felt that I was hard.  Her eyes widened
and she looked up at me.  "Are you ready?" she asked, hopefully.  I nodded.
She smiled broadly and made a happy sound.  She crawled over me (a heavenly
sensation) and retrieved one of the last few love rubbers.  She gave the
head of my dick a little kiss and giggled just before she put the condom
on. When I was ready for her, she sat up and straddled my hips.  I watched
wide-eyed as she impaled herself on my hardness.  She used one hand to
guide me into her opening, then her face showed she was lost in pleasure as
I penetrated her.  She sank down until I was fully seated in her.  She
wiggled around a little, feeling how she gripped me so snugly, and smiled.
When she opened her eyes, she saw I was watching her with delight.

   "You were watching that?" she asked, sounding embarrassed.

   "Yes, I like seeing how much you enjoy that."

   "Enjoy what?"

   "Making love."

   "I do.  You make it so special." She sighed deeply.  She rose up, paused
and then descended.  I watched her brown-haired lips encircling my cock. 
As she moved up, my shaft pulled on her lips.  It was as if they were
reluctant to let me escape.  Then, as she moved down, her lips appeared to
spread and joyfully allow me back in.

   Felicita remembered how her blowjob left me exhausted and insisted on
doing all the work this time.  She rode me and played with her tits. 
Sometimes, she would lean forward so I could lift my head and suck her
nipples.  Other times, she would sit upright.  When she wasn't pulling on
her nipples, I would watch them bounce or hold the palms of my hands flat
against them.  It excited her to feel her nipples rubbing against my hands.
This was one of my favorite positions, mainly because I had such a perfect
view of her body as she fucked me.

   In time, I could tell she was tiring.  I convinced her that I was ready
to move to another position.  She got off me and waiting for me to decide
what we were going to do next.  I got up and turned off the lights.  When I
pulled back the curtains, I could tell she was looking at me and wondering
what I had in mind.  I called her over to the window.  It was dark in the
room.  The only light was coming from outside the window.  We could see the
lights along the shoreline curving in the distance.

   "I want you to cum with me inside you while you are looking at Havana.
That way, when you look at Havana at night again, you can remember how I
made you cum.  "

   She liked that idea.  I had her stand facing the window, bent at the
waist with her palms against the glass.  I stood behind her and entered her
doggy style.  I sank into her depths, making her sigh.  I fucked her as we
looked out at the city where we fell in love.  In a few minutes, she came
loudly as I thrust deeply into her.  Her hands were leaving sweaty
handprints on the glass.  That should give the maid something to wonder
about.

   Before I came, we moved back to the bed.  I lay on top of her and we
held each other close as I pumped my sperm into her.  We were sweaty, but
neither of us wanted to get up.  Finally, I had to get up as my erection
subsided.  I slid next to her in the bed, pulled up the covers and we lay
there, our naked bodies pressed together, looking out at the lights.

   "It really is a beautiful city," I mused.

   "You made me appreciate it.  Before you, it was just a city.  Now, I see
beauty that I never realized was there."

   "I am holding the most beautiful part right here," I said as I squeezed
her tighter.  She cooed.

   We slept that way all night, holding each other close.